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Eloi Chapter Twenty Two
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Mark
pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, a long and mournful sound that
seemed to go on for a shade too long.
Jubilee raised a brow, waiting to see if he would fall over from lack of
oxygen before he spoke again. “No, no ‘boom’
today[1],”
he said tersely, his jaw clenching in frustration. “Now, go to the rec
room and watch a movie like a good boy, would you?”
The young
mutant, his eyes wide, nodded and turned, slipping from the library so quietly
that Jubilee would never had known he was there had she not seen him
herself. “What’s that about?” she asked
in mock cheerful tones, trying hard not to think of Paige or Remy. She sat down at the long study table near
Mark’s desk and propped her feet up on the oak edge, nudging his pencil holder
precariously towards the corner. “Kid
want some excitement?”
“Apparently,
words of more than one syllable are difficult for him in English so he asked if
the house go boom,” Mark replied, pushing her feet none too gently to the
floor. “What are you supposed to be
doing right now, Jubilation? I know you
had a task set to you…why aren’t you doing it?”
He took a seat in his desk chair and steepled
his fingers, peering at her over the edge of his glasses in his best Teacher
expression. “Is there a problem?”
She
shrugged, kicking her heels idly against the legs of her chair. “Dunno… I just don’t feel like being around
people right now.” She paused and looked
up at him, almost sheepish. “I mean…those
people.” Her cheeks warmed under Mark’s
amused look. “Sorry.”
“Quite
alright,” he said cheerily, waving off her embarrassment. “I understand not wanting to deal with anyone
when you’ve got a lot on your mind, but you can’t hide out in here all
day. Despite all the chaos around us, I
still have a job to do and appointments to keep.” He glanced down at the open notebook on his
desk and frowned. He did not remember
leaving it open to that page, but he supposed that even he could forget such a
thing when having a day such as the one visited upon the Institute. “Why don’t you go lay down a bit, if you’re
so tense? Or maybe take a nice, brisk
walk…get out that extra energy.” He
flipped back a few pages and paused again.
A page was missing. “Or maybe…go…huh.”
“Go huh?”
she asked with a raised brow. “How
exactly would I do that?” She leaned
forward, wondering at the look on Mark’s face, something between pale horror
and red anger. “Hello? Mister Library Guy?” She snapped her fingers when he did not
respond to her after a long moment. “Don’t
go into the light, Mark! Don’t go into the light!”
He blinked
and looked up at her. “Oh, you’re still
here?” He pushed away from his desk and
gathered the notebook and a manila folder, stuffed full of what looked to
Jubilee like photographs. “Sorry to run
out like this but I need to…see to some things then help Storm with the phone
calls to parents.”
Jubilee
opened her mouth to say something but Mark left no room for comment in his
hasty departure, banging the library door open then shut in his wake. “Huh.”
She frowned and looked down at his desk, not sure what she was looking
for but hoping it would make itself known when she saw it. “Maybe it’s all the tea,” she muttered. “Has to make a man antsy…” Gingerly, she pushed some of the papers in
his in-box to the side, trying to peek at what was beneath the topmost
layer. _Nothing but records of who
checked out what and when… like he needs that here. Where are they gonna lose it? The rec room? _ She
switched her attention to his outbox, disappointingly sparse, and sighed. _Maybe he has a hot date with Mystique, like
Kurt thinks every time the man leaves the house. I swear, I don’t know what he sees in her but
she must have a pussy made out of solid gold to get him to rush out of here on
a day like today. _ Glancing
over her shoulder in a reflex, making sure she was alone, Jubilee moved around
the desk to sit in Mark’s chair. It
smelled faintly of pipe smoke but nothing unpleasant. Maybe a tinge of cologne, she decided. A flash of memory blinded her just for a
second, a man she knew in Los Angeles,
someone who had put a roof over her head for a price on more than one
occasion. She supposed a guy like that,
one with a taste for young flesh, should be arrested, but she had no desire to
find him and report him now. She shook
the memory off, forced herself into the present, locking the door to her past
firmly and ignoring the pleadings of the tiny voice in her mind to
remember. “C’mon, Mark, what’s got you
so hot and bothered?” she asked softly, tugging at the locked drawers in
growing frustration.
“Mebbe it’s you,” came the bitterly tinged voice behind her.
“Jesus H.
Christ, Remy,” she sighed after her initial start. “What the Hell are you doing in here?” she
asked as she turned the chair to face him.
He was leaning against the bookshelf running the length of the back
wall, just out of arm’s reach, his eyes bare of their usual lenses as he
regarded her sharply. “Don’t tell me you
think I’m up to something with Mark,” she groaned, realization washing over
her. “Gods, Remy,” she continued,
standing, “isn’t there enough crap today without this bullshit?”
He did not
answer her. Instead, he pushed away from
the wall and crossed the short distance between them, stopping just short of
touching her. “Bobby’s askin’ for you,” he said finally, his breath soft on her
face. “He say hurry up.”
She gasped
at his sudden dismissal, the way he pushed away from her making her stagger
back despite the fact her did not touch her.
He swept from the room as quietly as he had come in and left her to
stare after him. “Men,” she said after a
long moment, “are fucked up.”
A/N Why does Bobby want Jubilee? Where’s Tabby? And Logan/Storm smut to come…so to speak…
[1] Based on
a line Doctor Nightfall suggested. *G*
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